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Tyson Chandler and Eddie Curry don't know what the wrong medicine is, and they'd rather let Christian Leitner go than give me a little room to attack, as long as I get the ball, it's bound to be a bag. Grabbing rebounds is also a life-and-death drag, squeezing and sticking, so that I don't have the slightest possibility of touching the basketball. Christian Leitner was so proud that he scored 21 points at halftime, and he kept comparing his muscles at halftime, but I didn't see how powerful his muscles were.

I lay on the folded mattress, wiped the sweat from my face with a towel, and muttered to myself. I played 18 minutes in the first half, and Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler also played 18 minutes, and as soon as I played, both of them would play, and I went off, and they both went off immediately. If it's a person, you can see that this is aimed at me, to prevent me, to control me, so that I can't get 1 point and can't grab a rebound. They would rather let go of the more threatening Christian Leitner. I was skeptical of the opposing manager's intentions.

The game was largely won, with 12 points already on the ground in the first half, and that was when Michael Jordan didn't play. Doug Collins kept comparing tactics on the board, all of which were telling me how to move, how to respond, how to pass after I got the rebound, and finally to Christian Leitner to keep reminding me. I know Doug Collins used those two boys as my sparring partners. I wonder if Bulls head coach Bill Cartwright also uses me as a whetstone to sharpen the Bulls' "inside two treasures".

At the beginning of the third quarter, Eddie Curry grinned, flickered to the basket, pushed me hard behind me, and tried to push me away from the basket, he didn't try to do so in the first quarter, and Tyson Chandler's eyes on the other side kept drifting to me. I wondered, stumped the head coach of the Bulls to dope the two of them at halftime? The Bulls were the only two of them on the court, and they were both there to deal with me. Jalen Rose, Jamal Crawford and Ron Mercer were all rested off the court, with Travis Best, Charles Oakley and Marcus Fitzel coming off the bench.

Chris Whitney was looking for opportunities outside the three-point line, I was squeezed the inside, trying to find opportunities through guò running, I ran out of the outside to block Travis Best, the Bulls point guard who was defending Chris Whitney, Chris Whitney flew behind me, I didn't care about anything else, I shook off Taravis Best who had just been in close contact with me, and went straight to the inside, I don't pray that I can score offensively, now I just hope that I can take the aphrodisiac here Pull down and grab the rebounds you should grab. Chris Whitney's breakaway caused the Bulls' defense to shrink, and Chris Whitney shook his hand and passed the ball to Courtney Alexander, who was already ambushed in the bottom corner. Alexander has no one to defend anymore, raise his hand, jump, calmly shoot, the ball goes in! Three points!

Itan Thomas and I were in position in the paint area, with Jaehdi White standing on the horns and holding off veteran star Charles Oakley as the Wizards played up the first leg of the season. Chris Whitney and Courtney Alexander are constantly moving from the outside, trying to fare any opponent who dares to break through.

Charles Oakley received the ball, held the ball in one hand, half-turned, and used his shoulder to fight Janherdy White, leaning over to the inside, Janherdy White quickly moved his feet, raised his hands high, and pressed Charles Oakley with his chest, trying to keep him from getting close to the paint.

Charles Oakley is old, but the aging Charles Oakley is still Charles Oakley, and the once-famous power forward nicknamed "Old Oak" made a stop, followed by another addition, which made the already clumsy Jhanhdi White lose his position. Jump! Cic!

I jumped, and although I knew it wasn't much use, I still tried to reach out my arm and try to interfere with Charles Oakley's shot, which was too far away, and the basketball flew a full 2o centimeters above my fingers.

With my feet on the ground, I didn't even bother to hear the sound of a basketball hitting a rebound or a basket behind me, so I immediately turned around and tried to squeeze under the basket to grab the possible rebound.

The basketball smashed on the basket and flew towards me who was turning, I grabbed the basketball with my big hand, grabbed the basketball, and yelled to vent the depression of the game, which was my fourth rebound. Damn it! The game was ruined by Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler.

Alexander was already running, I threw my hand to the frontcourt, Courtney Alexander received the ball and hit the opponent's basket, one step, two steps, and jumped.

There was a "Ahhhhhh Marcus Fetzel, the king of tattoos, jumped high behind Courtney Alexander and slapped his right hand on the basketball.

The basketball hit the rebound, slammed, and bounced back, Marcus Fetzel didn't catch the basketball, and Courtney Alexander didn't catch the rebound. Because there are no rebounds at all.

I took the ball in stride and followed up quickly, I don't know if Courtney Alexander will score that ball, I don't know if Marcus Fitzer will cover Alexander's basketball, I just know where I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to do.

Whether it's offense or defense, I'm in the basket and my job is to take every rebound. I'm running, and as long as I get to the basket, then I have a chance to get this rebound.

The basketball bounced off, and I jumped up, caught the ball in the air, and slammed it into the basket.

"Coax!" The atmosphere in the stadium suddenly became enthusiastic. The shouts and the roars came together, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew they were cheering me on, the dunk wasn't flowy, not as perfect as Vince Carter, but the dunk was violent enough!

I looked under the basket and Courtney Alexander and Marcus Fetzer both fell under the hoop, but that wasn't my fault, they fell on that block.

I let go, put my feet on the ground, and looked back at Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler, one still under the basket on the other side and the other just over halftime. Eddie Curry was panting with his hands on his knees, and Tyson Chandler was wiping the sweat from his face.

I'm better than both of them, faster than both of them, and more importantly I'm hardworking than both of them, I can chase every rebound, so I can beat them, even if it's a one-on-two this time! But I have enough confidence

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